the state of affairs
suppose the majesty
declared her vote for love
where would the world fall?
days gone of obedient lines
nodding to words of God’s Grace
helpless to their meanings
their madnesses
their greeds and troubles
now we’ve all cocooned
and, bursting forth in royal velvets
and silks,
cry laws and demands
on the world
crying
screaming
declaring
to no one